Albus still didn't like the idea. A part felt like flouting, like making a fuss when none needed to made. And of course, the phrase 'notorious homosexuals' had crossed his mind more than a few times with a bit less than its typical humour quite enough already. He was hardly embarrassed of Gellert, or the way he felt for him, but it was not without its complications. On top of everything else, Albus valued the privacy of his life with Gellert. Putting it on display left him feeling as though someone was trying to make a spectacle.
He was all too pleased when Gellert descended the stairs. All in all, it was not going to be an unbearable evening, but he was very much hoping it would be over quickly. And that Ms. Skeeter didn't actually intended to accept Gellert's invitation. Albus had rather dutifully stayed clear of anything that might have had anything to do with whatever was going on in the kitchen, and he was more than ready for the evening to begin so that it could end. It was actually a bit disappointing; under difference circumstances, Albus rather enjoyed parties.
"I believe my mother's still unable to attend," Albus mentioned, the sentiment sounding very casual despite being anything but. There wasn't much to be done about his mother's reaction-- at least, none that would have functioned well alongside a respect for her intelligence. "Other than her, however, I believe most of my guest list responded favourably."